Thursday, March 11, 2021

 I Won't Need My Baseball Cap Anymore

My cement shoes are drying.   If this were a movie, my friend Larry would burst in ten minutes before the credits, with a .44 and a sledgehammer.   But even in that instance all of the bones in my feet would be shattered, beyond repair.

I must practice holding my breath.  I will only get one chance to hold it before I leave this fragile world for good.

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